Chapter 401 - 401 Mutation [I]
401 Mutation [I]
Bu Wenle also flew back into the room at this time, with a trace of blood still hanging from the corner of his mouth, it seems that he was injured internally by Fei’s counter-shock just now.
Shen Lingyun couldn’t help asking anxiously: “Wen Le, are you okay? What’s wrong with Fei’er?”
Bu Wenle also said in a panic: “I’m afraid I’m insane. You take care of me here, and I’ll go get someone right away.” After finishing speaking, Bu Wenle turned around and left.
As soon as he went out, he bumped into Lao Caitou who Wen Xun had rushed over. Lao Caitou couldn’t help asking: “What’s going on? I just felt a strong wave of spiritual power here.”
Seeing this, Bu Wenle was overjoyed, and hurriedly said, “Old Mu, you came just in time, go and see Fei’er.”
“Fei?” Lao Caitou rushed into Fei’s bedroom after hearing this. Seeing Fei’s appearance, Lao Caitou was also taken aback. Immediately gathered his spiritual power and came to Fei.
At this time, Fei’s whole head seemed to have swelled up a circle, where there is still a handsome appearance, it is no easy feat like a pig’s head. The blood is still flowing.
Lao Caitou didn’t dare to be negligent, and immediately pressed his right palm slowly on the top of Fei’s head. A powerful spiritual force rushed into Fei’s meridians from the top of his head.
With the input of spiritual power, Lao Caitou immediately felt that two cyclones were constantly expanding in Fei’s temples on both sides. At this time, most of Fei’s spiritual power has been absorbed.
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If it were placed on an ordinary person, they would have been violently supported by the powerful cyclone and died at this time. But Fei still clings to the two vortices, and doesn’t let them get out of the acupuncture points.
Lao Caitou couldn’t help wondering, it is said that Fei was in a state of suspended animation at this time, how could he control the stability of the cyclone so properly? But the fact is in front of our eyes, there is indeed a powerful mental fluctuation in Fei’s body that is manipulating the two cyclones.
Lao Caitou didn’t have time to think about it. Although the two cyclones were temporarily in a stable state under the influence of this mental force, as the cyclones continued to expand, they were in danger of getting out of control at any time.
Because the meridians in the brain are relatively thin, Lao Caitou dared not use his powerful spiritual power to immediately control Fei’s out-of-control spiritual power. Instead, input the spiritual power into Fei’s meridians little by little, and then guide Fei’s spiritual power back to the normal route little by little with a tough posture.
As the spiritual power pouring into the temple was gradually diverted out, the state of the cyclone gradually stabilized. The blood that poured into Fei’s head also gradually dissipated, and the blood finally stopped spilling out.
But everything is not over. Although the remaining spiritual power in Fei’s body was led by Lao Caitou to return to the normal course of action, but every time the spiritual power flowed through his head, part of the spiritual power would be sucked away by the two cyclones.
However, this slow absorption no longer produced any physical changes. Fei’s swollen face gradually returned to normal as time went by.
In a blink of an eye, night fell. Lao Caitou has been leading the spiritual power in Fei’s body for twelve great cycles. The spiritual power in Fei’s body was running low, and almost all of it was absorbed by the two cyclones in his temples.
As Fei’s body vibrated, Fei finally woke up from his fainting. Before Fei could take any action, Taoist Feng Mo’s voice came from his mind: “Don’t move, Fei’er, hold Yuan Shouyi immediately, concentrate your mental power on the cyclone on the left temple, and control the cyclone.” Stability. Take charge of the right side for the division.”
As Fei’s spiritual power continued to infiltrate, Taoist Feng Mo gradually retracted the spiritual power controlling the left cyclone, and at the same time he let out a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, Fei woke up in time, otherwise Taoist Feng Mo’s mental strength might not last long. Just when Fei’s spiritual power suddenly changed, Taoist Feng Mo was awakened immediately.
With such rich knowledge of Taoist Feng Mo, he had never heard of someone generating a cyclone from his temple. Taoist Feng Mo immediately realized that Fei might have gone mad during his cultivation.
So Taoist Feng Mo immediately let go of his spiritual power, trying to control the out-of-control spiritual power. But he didn’t expect that Fei’s spiritual power could counter-surge so powerfully that Taoist Feng Mo was bounced back after several attempts.
At this moment, a powerful spiritual power suddenly poured in, but it was pushed back by Fei’s recoiled spiritual power. But after such a collision, the recoil spiritual power in Fei’s body suddenly weakened.
Don’t miss this opportunity, Taoist Feng Mo immediately took charge of the two powerful mental forces to stabilize the two out-of-control cyclones. Only then did the crisis of Fei’s imminent violent death be resolved.
With the influx of Lao Caitou’s spiritual power, Taoist Feng Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief. Immediately controlled the two cyclones, which rotated smoothly and slowly in Fei’s temple.
At this time, Fei woke up and turned around again, relieved half of the pressure of Taoist Feng Mo, how could Taoist Feng Mo not secretly breathe a sigh of relief?
Taoist Feng Mo even started to laugh to himself. Unexpectedly, when Fei escaped from death, he unexpectedly got two air pockets. According to the normal calculation that every spiritual master can open up the nine large air points and reach the ninth level spirit immortal cultivation base, if these two air points could really be finalized, then wouldn’t Fei be able to reach the eleventh level cultivation base?
Eleventh level of cultivation. What should it be called? At the ninth level, one has become a fairy, and at the eleventh level, one could really be called a god.
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